A strange purple greatsword appeared in the boy’s hand, pointed straight at the figure on the throne. “One of us has to die today. Come on. All the Void Beasts of the seventy-two clans are dead. You have no reason to refuse anymore.”
The figure seemed to ponder for a moment, then spoke. “Have you ever wondered whether, after slaughtering so many Void creatures and destroying seventy of the seventy-two Eyes, you can still be called human?”
